We start­ed Trol­lkrem so that we could real­ize all of the most adven­tur­ous ideas we had hid­den away in our old sketch books. Every­thing that didn’t fit any­where else because it was too big, to ambi­tious, to extrav­a­gant, too glossy and too weird final­ly found a home and even­tu­al­ly made it into the the big book of teux deux. Trollkrem1234.

And from that start­ing point we devel­oped a plan to estab­lish a meet­ing point, a plat­form if you will. Unit­ing all of our con­tacts, friends and col­leagues that we thought were doing inter­est­ing stuff in the com­mon pur­pose of mak­ing a new kind of per­for­mance art. We want­ed to show­case the exhi­bi­tion­ism, the self aware­ness, the ide­al­ism and the the­atri­cal­i­ty as some­thing con­nect­ed to the social human. Trol­lkrem social club. No Cuban cig­ars, but lots of smoke machines and strobe lights.

Under the cov­er of a two-head­ed troll we could now reach out to any­one we felt would be a per­fect fit for our projects. Design­ers, com­posers, visu­al artists, dancers, singers — into the bag. We have cre­at­ed a liv­ing organ­ism, it feeds off of oth­er plants, takes advan­tage of the skills and cre­ativ­i­ty of the ones we grab with our sticky troll fin­gers. And up from the cracks grows a beau­ti­ful fun­gus. Grow­ing out of the stem of the tree, per­fect­ly shaped, though with a slight­ly odd shape. Trol­lkrem takes its ener­gy from all of you around us, mak­ing each project a joint effort, owned by no one and every­one.